I received a phone call this morning, from none other than my favorite little Marine, Private Garza. That is right folks, my brother kicked ass and is now cooler than all of you. It was a bit Disappointing, though, since he failed to pick up Private First Class in Boot camp like I had hoped, but still, he did earn the privilege to call himself a U.S. Marine. And what was better? He can't call me brother, or Javi, or anything else. He has to call be Sergeant now. And that feels good. He is now more my bitch than he was before. I'll do something nice for the kid, though. I'll get him am extra set of Dress Blues. Because you can't have enough Dress Blues. They are a chick magnet, and he could use a girlfriend.

As for myself, I have no clue when I will deploy. I hear some say sometime this month, but I hear others that say in June. I just don't care, I just want to get moving.

That is all. Carry on.